God-Touched

Snow White and the Seven Cyclopes

In which our heroes meet up with the dead cyclops' allies

STA room full of children of varying ages and dangerous potential… are now sleeping and under Alejandro’s watch. Most of our heroes are on their way to the Horsehoe Tavern on Chestnut St in San Francisco. Harry and Angela, on the other hand, are on their way back from LA.

STVictor has a bit of a head start on the others, arriving first and being able to find a parking space with ease (being as he can park on the sidewalk). The Horseshoe Tavern is a tiny place crammed between a T-Mobile store and a Mexican food restaurant. On its white paneling just above its window is an upright horsehoe over an image of the Golden Gate Bridge. Being as it’s still daytime, the place seems pretty empty save a couple of alcoholics getting a headstart on their night.

SanuraParking the Hybrid a little ways down the way Sanura cuts the engine and pockets the keys before looking to the others. “So.. we watch and see what’s going on first.. no .. busting things in the head and running right off the bat.” This said more to Mike than Malif for obvious reasons.

MikeWhen Mike arrives with Sanura in Alejandro’s SUV, he looks at the place with a low whistle. “Even their bars are ritzy. Nothing like the old man’s estab.” He adjusts the guitar on his back some, making sure the case is zipped up before he looks at Mr. Cordero. “So… do I just keep calling you Mr. Cordero, or do you actually have a first name?”

Victor*Victor arrives at the location at checks it out sighing as apparently the others are slower than him. He pops the cover off the passanger seat of his bike taking out a folded sleeveless underarmor shirt black in color. He places it on and pulls out the phone he texts the number back “Im here” And then tosses the phone under a parked car. He then waits for the others and Whistles for Cyril. Assuming he would be smart enough to get in close enough to hear him but not to rouse attention.* “Next time I whistle bird brain…..Ima point thats who you follow.” * He then waits for the others out front.*

SanuraSanura sighs softly as she exits the car and smooths her hands down her skirt, she’d checked her hair and makeup in the rearview mirror. Her heels clicking lightly on the pavement as she moves to join the others. Her gaze moving lazily over the people that happen by, she was alert but did her best to seem unconcerned with those around her.

STCyril circles around, wings outstretched, before perching on a nearby overhang. Upon his instruction, Cyril lifts his beak high and shifts his wings slightly. He lets out a little caw. Say please.

Malif“Alright, so what is our plan here exactly? The cyclops’s friends are supposed to be aroun dhere someplace?”

Victor*Victor groans…..*…..“please…..” he whispers with content.

Mike“Or on their way…” He looks at Mr. Cordero focusedly. “Are you gonna answer me, or do I have to come up with a weird nickname that’ll make everyone laugh or something?”

STCyril makes a sound that very much resembles a cackle.

STCrook silently jumps down from the car onto the sidewalk, padding his own way. His eyes are intent on Cyril.

STThe eagle preens before giving a little screech. Very well.

Victor*Victor turns his attention to Mike* "Nothing against you, but was in the middle of a conversation. Names Victor. You can call me Vic if it pleases you. And in regards to what were doing here….We are waiting. " *Victor pulls out a 100 dollar bill from his pocket and hands it to Sanura* Here take them inside Grab something to eat. Ill keep an eye out. When they arrive I’ll let you all know."

SanuraSanura actually bites her tongue about nicknaming Vic, instead she glances to crook and bends to scratch his head. She gives Vic’s cash a glance before returning her attention to Crook “so.. see anything.. unusual?” she speaks quietly and to anyone passing she could be cooing babytalk to the cat for all they know.

Malif“Well, I’m sure there is more to this plan than waiting. Such as… waiting for what? I’d prefer to know rather than just wait cluelessly.”

MikeMike hmms. “Vic. Certainly better than what I had picked out for you… name’s Michael. Mike if you prefer.” He looks at Sanura. “I’m heading in to check out the menu.” And with that, he does enter the bar.

Victor“Couldnt tell ya. Were waiting for people, be they Normal, or Cyclops I dont know. I just know they are coming here. And i have an Idea of how to spot them but It involves me standing here.”

MalifMalif nods, and heads inside. “Fair enough then.”

STThe bar is fairly cozy, with framed images of all sorts of landmarks like the Golden Gate, Alcatraz, various Giants players and autographs… essentially the decor screams “SANFRANCISCO!” to those not already inured to it. It also boasts a couple of pool tables and giant flat-screen TVs tuned into ESPN. The bartender looks up as the three odd people walk in… and doesn’t seem to react. Apparently it’s normal to be odd here.

MikeMike looks at the TV, wondering what’s on, who’s playing, and what the score is.

Victor*Victor pulls out a pack of Newports takes one out and removes a lighter from his pants pocket both of which strangely enough were in what appeared to be a water proof bag. He proceeds to light the ciggarette. He then returns them to their bag and into the left thigh pocket of his cargo pants*

MalifMalif looks for a table near the windows to sit at.

STRight now it’s a talk show. The closed captions run across the screen, though at this quiet hour it’s easy to hear what’s going on. They’re discussing Harry Mercury’s candidacy for the Hall of Fame.

STThe tables are in the back, nowhere near the lone window in the place. There are a bunch of barstools in the front, however, surrounding the bar.

MalifMalif seats himself at one of those stools so he can watch outside.

MikeMike gives a light chuckle. He then sits at the barstool as well, a couple of stools away from Malif. He looks at the TV a bit more, maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of one of Harry’s runs or sports.

SanuraSanura is still outside and petting Crook waiting for an answer to if he’d noticed anything out of the ordinary.

STCrook keeps his eyes on Cyril even as he responds. I haven’t had a chance to see anything yet.

STThe bartender walks over to Malif. “What can I get you?” She appears in her late twenties and has red hair, cropped boyishly short aside from her bangs which are swept to one side. Her nametag reads “Sheila”.

SanuraSanura chuckles softly “alright alright” she straightens “see what you can find out then” she murmurs.. “and don’t fight with the birdy hmmn?” she smiles faintly as she glances to Vic. “Don’t forget we’re here when the .. excitement starts.” She’d then head inside and look for M&M.

Victor*Exhales a ploom of smoke and simply nods as he takes another deep hit of his cig.*

STCrook stalks off, finally taking his eyes off of Cyril, and disappears into some cranny or other.

Malif“I’ll have a Red Obelisk please.”

SanuraSanura sits with Mike and Uncle Malif. “So who do you think is going to put who into traction?” she questions as she glances to the waitress and offers a smile. “Bring me a red wine would you, sweeter the better”

STThe bartender offers a polite smile back to Sanura and sets out two wine glasses. She starts by pouring Malif’s drink. “So, where are you two from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Malif“Oh, Cairo, by way of Vegas. And yourself, Sheila?”

SanuraSanura glances over to the door, her nail drawing a random pattern on the table. "NYC.. " she murmurs as she wonders if Vic went off to bash heads or something.. could he be trusted to keep then informed?

Victor*victor finishes his cig and could be seen just sitting against the wall of the building *

ST“Born and raised in Daly City, about 10 miles south of here.” She puts the bottle away and pulls out another one. “I’ve got a Cabernet Franc here, from Inniskillin Winery.” She pours a little in Sanura’s wine glass. “Will this do?”

SanuraShe sips the drink and then gives a little nod “lovely thank you” she smiles to the server.

STIt’s… it’s beautiful except black. Sleek lines, big tires, a muffler that flows with the chassis, smooth as butter… a black Ducati 1199 Panigale R pulls up in a spot near Victor. The rider turns off the machine and kicks the stand down, pulling off gloves first, which reveals two pale hands with slender fingers—too slender to be a man’s. The helmet comes off next. The woman it reveals is very striking, with black hair that’s cut to just below her chin, bow-shaped lips, and blue eyes. Her eyes dart over Victor before she dismounts the bike and heads over towards the tavern, boots absolutely silent on the pavement.

MalifMalif gives Sheila a warm smile. “Nobody told me they had such beautiful locals raised around here.” He takes a peek out the window now and then, subtly.

Victor*Victor looks at the woman with awe* “Nice ride. Stock or you put your own twist in that motor?”

STThe bartender nods and smiles at Sanura as she fills the glass up. At Malif’s compliment her smile becomes a bit wry. “The ocean air does wonders for the skin.” She walks over to Mike. “And what would you like, sir?”

STThe rider looks to Victor again, slowing to a stop. Her smile is slight. “A little here and there. Custom paint. Quieter mufflers. I don’t much care for loud engines. What do you ride?”

MikeMike hmms a bit. “Jack and Coke. Not feeling too hard today.”

Victor*Victor Chuckles and stands and nods towards his ride * “Only the best, Custom muffler rebuilt engine with imported parts Mirrors custom made by a good freind wont find those anywhere. Custom speakers from cycle sound. Custom neon. You know…Just a bit of work here and there.”

ST“Sure thing.” The bartender picks the whiskey off the shelf, grabs a glass, and fills it with a well-practiced hand.
The other rider glances around the area before she gives Victor’s bike a once-over. “A Hayabusa. Nice.”

Victor“Yea, at least on par with your Ducati.” *Victor walks toward the woman extending a hand, she may find it odd that a man is wearing Bracers.* “Names Victor.”

STHer eyes flick over his bracers just before she shakes his hand, but she makes no comment. “Jan,” she says.

Victor“Pleasure” *Victor pauses and then sighs* “Damn….if only I werent waiting for an old friend of mine I’d totally ask you to take a ride with me. But if you’d fancy giving a complete stranger with an admiration for bikes your number I promise that later tonight you’d get a ring from me, asking your permission to take you out for a drink.”

ST“Sorry.” One corner of her lips quirks a little more. “Me and my gang aren’t going to be in town much longer. Just some lunch while I wait for them to show up” she nods to the tavern, “and then we’re heading out.”

Victor“Gang huh? Im assuming then they too ride bikes.”

Victor*Victor Thinks to himself This is going to be alot harder then I thought.*

SanuraSanura sips at her drink but keeps looking out of the window. She spies a woman with Vic and her brows furrow.. he’s flirting when they’re supposed to be handling business? really? She nudges Malif and points it out.

STShe nods. “All custom, though. They make their own bikes. Not really my style, but they do good work.”

MikeMike would take his drink as he notices the conversation outside with Vic and a newcomer. ((Is the bar quiet enough that Epic Per 1 could listen in to the conversation?))

MalifMalif was already watching the exchange quietly to see if this was who they were waitingf or or not.

ST(( Yeah ))

Victor"All custom…*Vic remembers the texts* Well, too bad your not gonna be in town much longer maybe could have had some work done. Cause I tell you…*Victor Whistles and points at her bike then at Jan* Cause if with just a small amount of work done to your bike was done and its still that beautiful sounds soo smooth. Than I could only imagine what they could do for me. *Victor takes his eyes off of Jan and quickly scans the air to make sure Cyril heard him*

STCyril gathers himself to get ready for launch… when suddenly a red-gold blur smacks into him, sending him to the ground.
Jan nods and takes a moment to look around herself. “Well, I’ll let you get back to waiting for your friend.”

STThe eagle squawks desperately. AUGH! Scat scat scat! Rutting—OW!

Victor*Victor looks around And sees Cyril, and attempts to see what the hell hit it*

Victor*Victor then turns his attention back to Jan.* “Yea enjoy your lunch.” *He goes to search for Cyril*

MalifHearing a faint squack outside, Malif finishes off his wine and steps outside to take a look.

STJan pauses and turns her head a little as Cyril makes distressed noises, but seems to think better of it (whatever “it” is) and heads into the tavern.

ST“Excuse me,” she murmurs as she squeezes past Malif and Mike heading out the door.

SanuraSanura watches the boys head out as the woman heads in. Her gaze moving over the female assesingly.

MikeMike doesn’t really rush too much out of the tavern, and nods respectfully to her. “Pardon.” As he leaves the Tavern, he grasps his pick in his pocket as he closes his eyes and focuses intently, trying to find where Victor went, as he wasn’t here it seemed. ((Echolocation.))

STCyril and Crook are a flurry of activity, one barely distinguishable from the other in their frenzied struggle. The yowls, growls, caws, and squawks take turns drowning each other out.

STJan makes eye contact with Sanura and holds it steadily but briefly before slowly looking away and taking a seat at the bar. “Menu, please,” she says to the bartender, who obliges her.

MikeMike’s eyes snap open, as he didn’t need his echolocation to hear a cat and bird squabbling. He runs off in that direction.

SanuraSanura frowns and ignores the flurry of activity outside instead she narrows her gaze on the woman. Something about her.. that bike was a serious peice of work.. hadn’t Vic metioned suffing up a custom bike? [Psychic Profiler pls] Sanura gives a nod and sips at her wine as she fights the urge to go break up the scuffle between cat and bird.

Victor*Victor Growls and attempts reach into the fray not to concerned with getting hurt mainly aiming for the cat if he could distinguish any hint of glimmering feathers*

MalifAs soon as Malif realizes its Crook attacking the bird, he stops, and glances around, looking for anything out of place. This stinks of a distraction.

SanuraSanura picks up her glass and wanders over to where the woman has seated herself. She smiles slowly “my date seems to have snuck out of the bathroom window.. mind if I join you?” she questions softly as she toys with the rim of her glass.

MalifMalif approaches Mike, and nudges him. “Hey, do you feel that rumble?”

MikeMike nods. “Yeah… and it’s gonna get here soon… something tells me it’s another Cyclops… I can’t tell from here, but these rumblings are almost the same as when that other one was approaching us… get ready.”

STCrook is lifted from Cyril yowling and spitting. Once he notices he’s no longer attacking the bird, he calms, eyeing Victor directly. Cyril rises and fluffs his wings, dislodging some feathers loosened by the skirmish. He’s a mess, but doesn’t appear too terribly harmed aside from a couple scratches here and there.

STCyril squawks again. That rutting cat! Can I eat him NOW?

Victor*Victor Looks at Cyril* “Can you fly?” *He looks at the cat, having never actually met Crook he has no idea that this isnt a normal cat, He then chucks the Cat in front of him using a good amount of strength*

SanuraSanura awaits the womans response.

Victor*Victor ignores Cyril* “Can….you …. fly?”

MikeMike sets his face. “No… no, that’s not right… this rumbling is louder… deeper… kind of… roaring… that’s motorcycles. A lot of them. That woman inside has a ton of friends coming.”

STJan looks at Sanura again and motions to the seat next to her. “Sam Adams to start,” she says to the bartender.

STCrook lands lightly, quickly stalks around into Cyril’s line of sight, and stares at him, body perfectly still. Cyril ignores Victor and snaps one eye towards Crook. They stare each other down for a few moments.

SanuraSanura smiles as she sits, crossing one leg over the other and resting the glass on her knee. “Nice little place here isn’t it? I might have to become a regular” she murmurs as she gives the woman another once over this time taking in her attire and bearing on a more mortal level, specifically on her body language in responce to Sanura’s company.

Victor*Victor Yells* “CYRIL!!” *lowering his voice for the next part* “We are soldiers first, we have a mission. Finish it.. Then eat the cat. And any others you find meet your fancy.”

Malif“Seems like her gang is a lot louder than she was…”

STJan glances around the place, her eyes settling briefly on the other patrons before moving on. She’s clearly searching for someone. Finally she regards Sanura, giving her a once-over as well. “Yeah. And the food’s decent, too. For a bar.” She seems a little guarded, and definitely alert, but not hostile.

STCyril turns his attention quickly to Victor and screeches before taking off smoothly. Go rut with a tree!

SanuraSanura smiles “I’m pretty sure bar food is supposed be sub par, more room for drinks that way right?” She follows the womans gaze. Sipping at her drink “Oh.. are you waiting for a date? I dont’ mean to impose my company” she murmurs softly.

ST“Not a date,” says Jan. “I’m just meeting with a friend.” She looks around again. “You haven’t seen him, have you? Giant guy, eyepatch?”

MalifMalif heads back inside, seeing the attack on the bird is over, and decides tow atch out the window as he waits for the gang to arrive.

SanuraSanura gives a shake of her head “no guys like that around here.. sounds pretty tough though” she smiles a little as she sips at her drink. “So.. you’re heading out when your friend arrives? A club maybe?”

Victor*Victor shakes his head at Cyril and whispers “Fuck me” He then goes to find Malif or Mike, Once he finds them he doesnt care he just starts blurting out. * “Call the Sports star, we need him here now…”

Mike“Does your urgency have anything to do with a large swath of motorcycles rolling up here in a few minutes?” He pulls out his phone and begins texting Harry. ‘Horseshoe Tavern. San Francisco. Get here now!’

ST“Nah, it’s too early for a club. We’re going to fuel up and head out of town.” She places her order and looks at Sanura again. “You’re pretty dressed up for a date at a sports bar.”

SanuraShe smiles as she looks down at her own attire “Oh.. well I do try to look my best no matter the surroundings or company, is it a poor choice?” she smooths her hands down her frame and straightens her skirt hem. Her gaze flicking to the other woman as she feigns a look of uncertaintly.

Victor*Shakes his head* "You do the math. "Victor keeps walking removing his shirt as he does he heads to his bike places it underneath the passenger seat cover secures the covers readjusts his bracers. He walks back to Mike.* “You seem to know where they are…How far? and how long till they are here.” *Anger seems to be swelling in his voice and his eyes. Apparently seeing Cyril getting attacked didnt sit well with him*

ST(( Sanura, roll Manip + Presence. ))

Sanura[4 successes]

ST“Not for a nice restaurant,” comments Jan. “I think this date of yours wasn’t as classy as you first thought.”

SanuraSanura gives a little laugh at that “They never are though” she shakes her head. “I think I need to change my usual choice of company” she murmurs softly as she shifts just a little, brushing her knee against the other woman lightly.

MikeMike shakes his head at Victor. “I don’t know exactly how far… all I know is they’re close… within like… a minute or so now. Loud beasts. More than likely what Jan was talking about.”

MalifMalif orders another glass of wine, keeping his vigil watching out the front window.

Victor“What ever happens Mike, Jan gets away. Cyril will gather intel. You and me, we have a choice…We can let them come realize that their friend isnt coming ask the bartender in there what happened to him, its then just a matter of time before someone in there tells her that Someone matching my description smashed his bike, and get them all pissed off then we risk a fight here with innocent people or you text them to get out of there, and meet us and we take the fight to them.”

STSoon enough everyone down the street can hear the roar of motorcycle engines, sounding very much like a group of some sort of metal wild cats. The motorcycles come into view shortly thereafter—each of them very different, from ape-hangers to hogs, but all cruisers. Upon each of them are what seem to be massive men with varying types and degrees of facial hair. Some are wearing shaded goggles (at odd angles) and some sunglasses (again, at odd angles). This looks like one of those bona-fide stereotypical motorcycle gangs. They pull up near the Horseshoe Tavern.
Jan glances down at Sanura’s knee, then at Sanura, then shifts her leg a little to put some more space between them. “Yeah, I’d say so. Someone who doesn’t hang out at bars like this, maybe.” She seems to settle slightly as the muffled roaring of motorcycles fills the tavern.

MikeMike’s ears twitch. “Something tells me… we’re too late…”

Victor“Shit…..”

Mike“Now we have one option to avoid innocents being hurt… insult them to the point that they chase US away to a location of our choosing. I’d prefer a graveyard, but there’s none around.”

Victor“How strong are you?”

Mike“Well… haven’t tested, but I could maybe lift your bike one handed… maybe two of your bikes. But if we don’t have to engage too many, I can pull a few away with some of my zombies.”

VictorZombies….in the middle of public…might draw attention. These bikes they make…They take alot of pride in them. Damage the bike pisses them off they will chase us.

Mike“Means we’ll need speed… and know of any graveyards in the area?”

SanuraSanura tilts her head to one side. “Or someone that does… some one different than my usual companion.” She notices the shift away and the arrival of some very large gents on bikes. She didn’t know if this woman was with them for sure but she did know there was something -different- about her in a signifigant way. “Maybe I need to find someone a little more like you” she murmurs as she reaches over and rests her hand on the other womans knee. [Engender Love]

STEach of the men gets off their motorcycles and takes off their helmets and sunglasses. Though tricks of lighting seem to shadow their eyes, those born of the gods aren’t fooled. These are definitely cyclopes, of different shapes, colors, and sizes.

VictorNo I dont….But I’m sure we can take some thugs without a graveyard. *Begins to walk towards their cyclopses bikes.*

Sanura[and can I flair after the roll? cuz thinking she’s probably got greater legend than I]

ST(( Sure, you can flare ))

MalifMalif stands up from the stool. He has an idea. He reaches into his pocket, touching the wallet he took from the cyclops earlier, and concentrates on it. As he steps outside, his features form into those of the cyclops. (Illusion 2 - Stolen Face)

ST(( Man + Pres ))

Malif(Which will blend nicely with Wits Knack - Social Chameleon) XD

Malif(Having the guy’s wallet gives me a +2 to impersonate him, by the way)

Malif14 successes

STJan’s eyes flick to Sanura’s hand. A broad smile grows on her lips. She regards Sanura directly, silent for a moment. “Uh… Excuse me. My manners suck. I’m Jan, Jan Diva.” She nods to Sanura’s glass. “Would you like a refill? On me.”
At that point, the cyclopes each enter the bar, stooping under the door. They head towards Jan and Sanura, but the former hardly seems to notice.

MalifMalif moves to intercept the bikers, with his new face. “Finally!”

SanuraSanura sits back a little and her smile unfurls more naturally now. “Hello Jan Diva, suited name darling.. how sweet of you I’d love one.”

Victor*Victor would arrive to the door and see the cyclops, and notices the Dead Cyclops. Knowing he is shark bait he starts to look around for Sanura and Malif*

STJan pulls out her wallet which is chained to a belt loop on her jeans, unsnaps it, and motions to the bartender. “Refill, please.” She points to Sanura’s glass and puts a bill on the counter. But as Malif speaks, she looks up at him. “Ah, Grumps! I, ah, didn’t notice you walk in. It’s about time!” Jan looks around at the rest. “Ah, boys, have a seat. This is…” she glances at Sanura as she realizes that she doesn’t have a name.

Victor*Not seeing Malif but also not knowing what he can do, he has no Idea why this Cyclops is back from the dead. He walks into the bar and stands at the door trying to catch eye contact with the Dead Cyclops ready for retaliation if he somehow was infact brought back to life.*

SanuraSanura grins a little and winks to Jan “you can call me Kitten” she accepts the new drink with a murmur of thanks and a lift of salute to the lady who’d purchased it before she sips the drink.

MalifMalif does briefly glance Vic’s way, but makse no reaction at all. Not wanting to draw attention to him, and also wanting Vic to see that he saw him and didn’t care.

MikeMike does see the Cyclops that they had killed before… and… geez… he closed his eyes and focused his senses as hard as possible to figure out just what that is. ((If it were someone brought back from the dead, I could theoretically tell that from Assess Health or Death Sense. Or a mixture of the two together.))

Victor*Vic notices the glance but doesnt seem to realize he isnt trying to draw attention. He notices Mike standing next to him* “What the hell?…you know just like I do….He shouldnt be here.”

MikeMike holds up a finger as he continues focusing intently… this guy… had to have SOME notification of his resurrection if that were the case…

STEach of the cyclops appears more than a little stunned at Grumps’s behavior. They look from Grumps to Jan to Grumps to Jan again. Jan furrows her brow a bit and sets her jaw, but a blush rises to her cheeks.
“You aren’t a joker, Grumps, not even when you’ve been drinking,” she says. Her tone is cold, firm, and a little threatening. She looks around at each of the cyclopes and says, a little more warmly, “Quit gawping. Sit down, have some food.” It’s as if a collective held breath is let out. They do so, more relaxed than before. “Kitten, this is my crew.” She motions to each of them as she sounds off their nicknames. “Doc, Happy, Lazy, Shyguy, Sneezy, Grumps, and Dumbass.”

MikeMike sighs. “It’s not him… it’s not… Grumps.”

MalifMalif/Grumps sits down and frowns, folding his arms across his chest. “Humph. Like a guy can’t try something new….. jerks. Look, are we done here yet, or not?”

SanuraSanura hides her smile behind the glass and looks around at the troupe of gents. “Nice to meet you fellas” she murmurs, a faint pause as she looks to Grumps but she doesn’t let it throw her game. “So you’re not heading out right away are you?” she questions as she lowers her glass. “I have to admit I’m so curious about your style and your bikes even your lovely gentleman friends”

MikeMike gets a weird face on him. “Fucking… those Cyclops… their names… Doc, Happy, Lazy, Shyguy, Sneezy, Grumps and Dumbass… and Jan… their Snow White…” He facepalms. “I knew this was going to be a weird day…”

Victor“Thats not their names….”

Mike“That’s what Jan introduced them as…”

Victor“Jan yes…. But the others….No”

STDumbass elbows Grumps but doesn’t say another word.
“In good time, Grumps. I just placed my order,” Jan says sharply. She turns to Sanura. “You… you like bikes?” Her smile grows into a bit of a grin.

MalifMalif will subtly observe the group, and let it fuel his Social Chameleon.

Mike“So Grumps is Caelius…” He’s been whispering this entire time. “If his supposed demeanor is anything to indicate, and if their names are indicative of the actual Snow White names… breaking those bikes might not have done anything…”

Victor“Shit the Phone…..” *Victor Nods at Mike and heads out and searches under the car to where he tossed it*

SanuraSanura flushes lightly “Well I’ve never been a great fan before but upon relfection there is something romantic and well exciting about them.” She gives a little shrug “It’s a night for new things” she murmurs. When she’s urged to move on a soft pout forms on red lips. “Oh.. am I really keeping you?” she questions with a note of appology. “You all have a .. ride to go on perhaps?” thinking of the charity rides she’d seen on tv.

ST“No, no, we’re not in any hurry. Canada isn’t going anywhere anytime soon,” Jan assures. Happy laughs at her comment, something that seems to happen often since she ignores him entirely. She looks to the cyclops immediately beside her and says, “Hey, Doc, think you can get some cleaner for me? There’s too much bug guts on my helmet.”
“Right, Miss Jan,” says Doc. He rises, then walks over, tapping Lazy and Grumps on the shoulder. Lazy sighs in a long-suffering manner before rising and following Doc out.

MalifMalif/Grumps scowls as he gets up and follows as well, frowning but quiet.

SanuraSanura grins to that “Oh good” she murmurs softly as she has another sip of her wine. Her gaze follows the cyclopses that are filing out a moment before looking to Jan once again. “Canada you say?” She grins a little more “Maple Syrup and really polite people drawing you northward?” Her tone one of casual curiousity.

Victor*Victor Finds the phone and checks it for the other names he forgot and pockets it then returning to where Mike is standing*

STDoc and Lazy head over to the bikes. Doc undoes a couple bungee cords from the luggage strapped to the back of his bike and carefully pulls out a hunting rifle and scope, attaching the scope with expert ease but keeps it hidden between his body and the bike. Lazy stoops under his own bike and flicks a couple of latches. Something clangs from underneath and he puts his foot under the bike and on top of… whatever it is. Doc looks up at Grumps and Lazy. “Tell me if you see anything strange. If you do, I’m getting Miss Jan and giving her gun to her. You and you will stay here and keep on guard while I do. Got it?” he asks quietly.

ST“More like game,” says Jan. “This time of year you get some really good hunting.”

Victor*Vic Watches the men head to the bikes* (Does Vic notice what they are doing?)

ST(( Some of it. He doesn’t see the hunting rifle, but he sees the cyclopes setting up in a guarded formation. ))

MalifMalif/Grumps gets out his cell phone and nods absently. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He carefully sends a text to Sanura and Mike. He’s bringing Jan a gun He is careful not to let teh other cyclops’s see the message, but acts casual so he doesn’t seem guarded.

Victor*Looks at Mike* “Somethings wrong. We either need to act or get the hell out of here. and personally I know she is the information. They are just grunts….. We can act Take them out. Jan runs Cyril follows he relays information when he returns.”

SanuraSanura arches her brows lightly “Oh you hunt? What sort of game?” she questions as she gives a guarded glance to her phone and then sighs as she tucks it away again. Not hinting at what might have been on the screen.

MikeMike feels his pocket vibrate and he pulls out his phone, looking at it. “Hold up… don’t go charging in yet, Rambo… Doc’s bringing Jan a gun… we slip up, this could go sideways…”

STDoc remains where he is, gun hidden, surveying the area.
Despite Sanura’s discretion, Jan says, “That your date giving you an excuse as to why he stood you up?”

Victor" I dont know about you…But bullets seem to hurt a little less lately…..Wait how the fuck do you know that."

MikeMike shows the text from Malif. “Seems Grumpy is Malif…”

SanuraSanura rolls her eyes “He’s not stupid enough to contact me again, that was just work. Nothing to worry about tonight though” she murmurs softly. Sanura shifts lightly. “I need to powder my nose, shall we re-inforce the stereo type?” An impish grin curling her red lips as she glances towards the ladies room.

Victor“How the fuck….the wallet…..”

Mike“Has to be… no other way, really.”

Victor“That sneaky lil bitch….Give me your phone quick he needs to shut his off if they catch on all they would have to do is text him and know that he aint who he is.”

MikeMike does hand Vic his phone.

Victor*Vic starts texting Malif from Mikes phone*

STJan’s grin grows a little broader. But it fades a little as she glances to the doorway where Doc, Lazy, and Grumps went. For a moment she seems caught between decisions. But then she clears her throat and rises. “Sure. Sam Adams goes right through me anyway.” She nods to her crew. “Boys, behave while I’m gone, will you?”

MalifMalif/Grumps taps a few more buttons then switches his cell phone off.

ST“Hey! Grumps! Pay attention,” growls Doc. “You too Lazy.”

Victor*Vic reads a text and hands Mike his phone back* “we have to make a distraction we got to get Malif the phone now.”

MikeMike laughs lightly. “I could make a distration right now… would be kinda funny…” He then stops and listens to Vic.

Victor“No need I got this.”

Victor“Stay here”

MikeMike makes an ‘after you’ motion. “Get this.”

SanuraSanura grins a little and leads the way back to the ladies room, a sway to her hips as she glances over shoulder to grin to Jan and draws her into the ladies room, locking the door behind them. There in she’d do her best to keep the lady distracted.

Victor“I hope he can throw a convincing punch.”

Victor*victor walks up to the group and bumps into “Malif”* "It you again dumb ass…I didnt appreciate you punching me in the face last time just cause i bumped into your stupid bike……*Vic Pushes Malif*

MikeMike facepalms…

MalifGrumps blinks and growls. “The fuck? YOU again?” He winds up a dramatic punch!

STDoc looks between the two.
Lazy groans and cracks his knuckles. “Fuckin’ Caelius.” He steps forward, ready to dive into the fray.

Victor*Victor takes the punch and falls to the ground staggering dropping the phone underneath him and landing on it* “Fuck you you pussy It was an accident” *Victor attempts to get up slowly*

STLazy stops as he sees that Grumps has a handle on this situation. Doc narrows his eye at Victor.

MalifMalif fishes out the cellphone and pockets it smoothly while grabbing Vic with his other hand as a distraction/misdirection (stage magician experience IS GO!) “Yeah, and you accidentally fell on my fist, too. You owe me a new bike, asshole!” He hauls Vic to his feet by the grip. Or pretends to.

Malif(Using Illusion 1 - Subtle Knife to hide the cellphone I took)

Victor*Vic allows himself to be lifted and whispers hopefully so only Malif can hear* Stand me up so I can push off the ground and try and throw me backwards"

MalifGrumps growls and goes through the motions of performing a fake throw of Vic.

Victor*Vic pushes off the ground and attempts to compensate a jump backwards for a Cyclops strength going backwards with holy bound*

Victor*Vic lands and rolls around and lays on the ground for a few waiting for the Cyclops to not pay attention anymore before he would then get up and walk to the back of the building where noone was watching and jump ontop of the roof (26yards vertical leap with Holy bound)*

Malif“And don’t show your face again without a new bike, fucker!”

ST“Hey, cool it with the throwing next time. There are people watching,” Doc hisses.
“You should’ve killed him. Easier that way,” says Lazy with a yawn.

SanuraSanura texts the band with “she’s hunting Titanspawn. And she’s a Scion of Artemis, a crack shot. boys are kind of her hunting pack or something.”